Bathtime Joy

Here’s my story from tonight: Andrew got to do a behind the scenes tour of a historic building in downtown Columbia. A building that has been refurbished as an apartment building…that I think he fell in love with and now wants to move us to…

I’m not moving.

So I had the kids.

And here’s my question.

Why is it. That when Andrew is not home and I bathe the kids.

Someone poops.

In.

The.

Tub.

????

WHY?

It’s like they know.

Mom’s here. It’s just HER. Let’s stick it to her.

Andrew has NEVER been home when this has happened. NEVER. EVER. It has always been me alone. With one or both of them in the tub when this has happened.

Do you know how fast a mom can move when she sees that in the water?! Like a leopard. What’s the fastest moving animal on the planet? Google says it’s a cheetah. I moved like a cheetah to get those kids out of the water. Like water was slinging all over the place to get them out.

Then of course they’re all like, “hey! what’s that?!”.

I felt like I was a policeman at a crime scene. “Move along. Nothing to see here. Move it! GO! GET OUT!”

Good gravy.

Wouldn’t you know that Andrew called me as everyone had their pjs on and we came downstairs.

“Hey babe. Hey,…you know something? You are never here when someone poops IN THE TUB.”

He pondered. “Huh. You know, you’re right.”

Yep.

>Insert smirk face<

These crazy kids. They sure do keep me on my tippy toes.

On another, but similar note, Reynolds got a new Batman hat yesterday for being a really good big brother. Today I asked him to give me his best Batman face.

Right. So he turned his back on me. Then, I told him as I laughed “No, bud, I want to see your face.”

My Pages

Links

There are links on my site that are affiliate links, meaning I may be compensated if you choose to purchase an item via clicking on the link I have provided. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me.